221 Kreacher
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Yi Yang Shi Ming Yue
Several people looked at the sudden appearance of Sirius and greeted each other. Then Sirius faced the row of red brick houses and nodded his magic wand.
Eli keenly felt a wave of magic released by Sirius, and then gradually reached a consensus with the wave of magic around him. Several wizards clearly saw that the row of buildings trembled.
Amazingly, the building is separated from it like building blocks, and the whole building is moving.
Several people could still see the water in the fish tank in the house shaking violently.
"Don't they feel it?", Harry asked.
"Dumbledore cast magic here, Muggles can only sleep and feel nothing." Sirius explained.
This row of buildings is like the wall in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron that can enter Diagon Alley. After some folding and changing, a door is revealed, as if an extra house has been added out of thin air.
"Come in.", Sirius stepped forward to open the door, first there was a long, narrow hallway, and at the end was a door with a staircase next to it.
"As long as we don't tell you about this place, no one will know about it, even if you stick your nose to the glass." Sirius said, and glanced at Harry, as if remembering something bad.
The house was a little dark, and there was a musty smell that had been dusty for a long time.
"Sorry, I'm not at home often, and there is only one old elf at home. It's an old fool and useless." Sirius was a little embarrassed. Anyone who sees his home in a mess will be a little bit ashamed.
They came to the door at the end, the stairwell to the left.
"Your room is above, you can go to rest later, but now, you need to eat something."
Like a tour guide, Sirius introduced his ancestral home to several young wizards.
Harry listened very intently. This was the first time he had come to Sirius' house. Although it was dark here, he had a sense of intimacy because Sirius was there.
Sirius opened the door, and it turned out that there was a restaurant behind the door. The whole room was long, and there was a very long table, which could seat many people.
"Oh my god, Mad-Eye, there are no dark wizards here!" A hideous and broken face suddenly appeared, like a beast crouching for its prey.
Several little wizards backed away in fright, and when they saw it clearly, it was indeed Mad-Eye Moody, and the magic eye that was spinning around was so recognizable.
Several people looked up and down. This one was no different from the Mad-Eye Moody they saw last semester. There was a wave of madness all over his body, but the last one was fake, and this one was real.
Eli could feel the majestic magic power emanating from this real Moody, but this fluctuation was very subtle, as if it had been deliberately suppressed.
Obviously, according to Eli's investigation, if this real Moody attacks, probably only Dumbledore can restrain him. Eli estimates that he has little hope of defeating him.
Sirius yelled at Moody for his sudden behavior, but Moody didn't seem to hear, and kept his eyes on Eli, even the magic eye.
Eli could clearly feel that a penetrating magic power was scanning his body.
With a thought, the magic power around him instantly bounced off the power of the magic eye.
Moody's brow twitched sharply, and the scar on the right side of his cheek that pierced through his eyes looked like a centipede that had suddenly come to life.
"You will definitely be the most difficult dark wizard I've ever seen." Moody's voice was dry and harsh, and it didn't sound like he would have any good comments.
"You are so old-fashioned, this is my godson, not a dark wizard!", Sirius was not inferior in front of Moody, and he was very dissatisfied with Moody's evaluation.
Moody looked at Sirius, but his magic eyes were fixed on Eli. "It's just a very pertinent evaluation. He is indeed a dark wizard. Have you seen his magical power that is ready to tear people apart at any time?"
Hermione leaned closer to Eli, her shoulders faintly trying to push Eli behind.
Eli patted the girl on the shoulder, and said to Moody, "The wizard determines the power, not the power determines the wizard."
Needless to say, this sentence is what Eli learned from Ollivander.
"Ha, it's true. To some people, I'm scarier than a dark wizard, but I'm never in the company of those who hurt people. Thank you for saving me last time."
Moody pulled his face, it was hard to see that he was laughing, it seemed like a joke just now, but no matter what joke came out of his mouth, it would turn sour.
"Don't worry, he's always like this." Sirius spread his hands at the three little wizards.
Several people could see that Moody was not malicious.
"Hmph, it's always right to be cautious, you can't always rely on some stupid magic." Moody limped towards the dining table, where there was still a plate of steaming porridge that had been eaten.
"How can magic be stupid..." Harry also pulled out a chair and sat down, away from Moody.
Moody took a big mouthful of the porridge, "Magic is of course stupid, the only thing we can believe is this...", he nodded his head at Harry.
Harry immediately thought of the fake Moody who threatened him in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, and he couldn't help admiring Barty Crouch Jr. for being too realistic.
"But you were locked up last semester." Hermione sat next to Eli. She didn't forget how that fake Moody managed to send Eli to Voldemort.
Moody's face twitched, and he snorted coldly, then took a few mouthfuls of porridge, and hammered the table angrily, "It's really careless!"
"Are you attacked?" Harry put his hand on the table for a while, and then took it back because there was a layer of dust on the table.
"Yes, yes...he is my student, very talented. I really don't know whether to be happy or angry..." Moody buried his face and started eating, but didn't speak again.
The three little wizards looked at me and I looked at you, but none of them knew what to say.
"I heard you banging on the table right from inside." Sirius went to change into a suit, looking very comfortable.
Suddenly he stretched his neck and shouted, "Kreacher, you old fool, did you forget to do your work!" Harry never thought that Sirius could be so violent.
A small, hunchbacked figure ran out, limping, but you could tell he was trying hard enough to run.
Several people looked over and swore that this was definitely the ugliest and oldest house-elf they had ever seen.
His skin was sagging like a rag, just like the black pillowcase on his body.
Hermione kept staring at him with a look of displeasure on her face.
Kreacher ran to the back room and brought a cauldron, fortunately he could use magic, otherwise the cauldron might be heavier than him with his body.
He first filled Sirius with food, and then the nearest Harry, he filled them one by one, just watching, his expression became more and more broken.
"I'll do it myself." Hermione was a little embarrassed, and when Kreacher walked up to her, she was about to take the spoon herself.
Kreacher shrank her things back, and the disgust on her face made Hermione's heart twitch. She had seen such an expression before, and it was not a good memory.
"Damn, are you crazy?" Sirius reprimanded loudly before Kreacher handed the spoon to Hermione.
When Hermione returned the spoon to him, Sirius waved him away.
Eli keenly felt a wave of magic released by Sirius, and then gradually reached a consensus with the wave of magic around him. Several wizards clearly saw that the row of buildings trembled.
Amazingly, the building is separated from it like building blocks, and the whole building is moving.
Several people could still see the water in the fish tank in the house shaking violently.
"Don't they feel it?", Harry asked.
"Dumbledore cast magic here, Muggles can only sleep and feel nothing." Sirius explained.
This row of buildings is like the wall in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron that can enter Diagon Alley. After some folding and changing, a door is revealed, as if an extra house has been added out of thin air.
"Come in.", Sirius stepped forward to open the door, first there was a long, narrow hallway, and at the end was a door with a staircase next to it.
"As long as we don't tell you about this place, no one will know about it, even if you stick your nose to the glass." Sirius said, and glanced at Harry, as if remembering something bad.
The house was a little dark, and there was a musty smell that had been dusty for a long time.
"Sorry, I'm not at home often, and there is only one old elf at home. It's an old fool and useless." Sirius was a little embarrassed. Anyone who sees his home in a mess will be a little bit ashamed.
They came to the door at the end, the stairwell to the left.
"Your room is above, you can go to rest later, but now, you need to eat something."
Like a tour guide, Sirius introduced his ancestral home to several young wizards.
Harry listened very intently. This was the first time he had come to Sirius' house. Although it was dark here, he had a sense of intimacy because Sirius was there.
Sirius opened the door, and it turned out that there was a restaurant behind the door. The whole room was long, and there was a very long table, which could seat many people.
"Oh my god, Mad-Eye, there are no dark wizards here!" A hideous and broken face suddenly appeared, like a beast crouching for its prey.
Several little wizards backed away in fright, and when they saw it clearly, it was indeed Mad-Eye Moody, and the magic eye that was spinning around was so recognizable.
Several people looked up and down. This one was no different from the Mad-Eye Moody they saw last semester. There was a wave of madness all over his body, but the last one was fake, and this one was real.
Eli could feel the majestic magic power emanating from this real Moody, but this fluctuation was very subtle, as if it had been deliberately suppressed.
Obviously, according to Eli's investigation, if this real Moody attacks, probably only Dumbledore can restrain him. Eli estimates that he has little hope of defeating him.
Sirius yelled at Moody for his sudden behavior, but Moody didn't seem to hear, and kept his eyes on Eli, even the magic eye.
Eli could clearly feel that a penetrating magic power was scanning his body.
With a thought, the magic power around him instantly bounced off the power of the magic eye.
Moody's brow twitched sharply, and the scar on the right side of his cheek that pierced through his eyes looked like a centipede that had suddenly come to life.
"You will definitely be the most difficult dark wizard I've ever seen." Moody's voice was dry and harsh, and it didn't sound like he would have any good comments.
"You are so old-fashioned, this is my godson, not a dark wizard!", Sirius was not inferior in front of Moody, and he was very dissatisfied with Moody's evaluation.
Moody looked at Sirius, but his magic eyes were fixed on Eli. "It's just a very pertinent evaluation. He is indeed a dark wizard. Have you seen his magical power that is ready to tear people apart at any time?"
Hermione leaned closer to Eli, her shoulders faintly trying to push Eli behind.
Eli patted the girl on the shoulder, and said to Moody, "The wizard determines the power, not the power determines the wizard."
Needless to say, this sentence is what Eli learned from Ollivander.
"Ha, it's true. To some people, I'm scarier than a dark wizard, but I'm never in the company of those who hurt people. Thank you for saving me last time."
Moody pulled his face, it was hard to see that he was laughing, it seemed like a joke just now, but no matter what joke came out of his mouth, it would turn sour.
"Don't worry, he's always like this." Sirius spread his hands at the three little wizards.
Several people could see that Moody was not malicious.
"Hmph, it's always right to be cautious, you can't always rely on some stupid magic." Moody limped towards the dining table, where there was still a plate of steaming porridge that had been eaten.
"How can magic be stupid..." Harry also pulled out a chair and sat down, away from Moody.
Moody took a big mouthful of the porridge, "Magic is of course stupid, the only thing we can believe is this...", he nodded his head at Harry.
Harry immediately thought of the fake Moody who threatened him in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, and he couldn't help admiring Barty Crouch Jr. for being too realistic.
"But you were locked up last semester." Hermione sat next to Eli. She didn't forget how that fake Moody managed to send Eli to Voldemort.
Moody's face twitched, and he snorted coldly, then took a few mouthfuls of porridge, and hammered the table angrily, "It's really careless!"
"Are you attacked?" Harry put his hand on the table for a while, and then took it back because there was a layer of dust on the table.
"Yes, yes...he is my student, very talented. I really don't know whether to be happy or angry..." Moody buried his face and started eating, but didn't speak again.
The three little wizards looked at me and I looked at you, but none of them knew what to say.
"I heard you banging on the table right from inside." Sirius went to change into a suit, looking very comfortable.
Suddenly he stretched his neck and shouted, "Kreacher, you old fool, did you forget to do your work!" Harry never thought that Sirius could be so violent.
A small, hunchbacked figure ran out, limping, but you could tell he was trying hard enough to run.
Several people looked over and swore that this was definitely the ugliest and oldest house-elf they had ever seen.
His skin was sagging like a rag, just like the black pillowcase on his body.
Hermione kept staring at him with a look of displeasure on her face.
Kreacher ran to the back room and brought a cauldron, fortunately he could use magic, otherwise the cauldron might be heavier than him with his body.
He first filled Sirius with food, and then the nearest Harry, he filled them one by one, just watching, his expression became more and more broken.
"I'll do it myself." Hermione was a little embarrassed, and when Kreacher walked up to her, she was about to take the spoon herself.
Kreacher shrank her things back, and the disgust on her face made Hermione's heart twitch. She had seen such an expression before, and it was not a good memory.
"Damn, are you crazy?" Sirius reprimanded loudly before Kreacher handed the spoon to Hermione.
When Hermione returned the spoon to him, Sirius waved him away.
